| I’m worth five bucks or less
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| The future’s down my neck
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| My restless soul takes stride
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| Far across this great divide
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| I won’t heed its cry
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| Won’t follow its lifeline
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| It’s time to sink or swim
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| Sail alone or anchor in
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| I’m funny like a nameless fool
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| I’m as lucky as a funeral
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| I’ve got cliches to write
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| I get high as a kite
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| My dreams force me to wake
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| Find meaning to this day
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| Burned away into the night
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| Grabbed me with the reason why
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| I’m sick with the TV on
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| It drones in the lonely dawn
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| I’m funny like a nameless fool
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| I’m not looking at a glass half-full
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| I’m tired of the same old pace
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| I hate this same old day
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| How easily I fill this space
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| Handed down from the same old place
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| I fade with the old street lights
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| I bark with the dogs at night
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| When the moon is full and bright
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| It smiles in the alleys' eyes
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| Pin me up with the stars tonight
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| I’ve been looking for a place to shine
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| One day it’ll be my time
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| I’m not waiting for the bells to chime
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| I’ll break like a traffic jam
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| I’ll sing like a slaughtered lamb
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| Upside-down like an hourglass
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| I’ve been waiting for the sands to pass
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| But the storm keeps rolling in
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| Sharp teeth are the howling wind
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| I’m like a penny in a fountain, thrown
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| From a woman to some poem unknown
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| I’m funny like an aimless fool
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| I’m as lucky as a funeral
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| Now the world seems so clear
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| As it disappears
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| In the blink of a frozen eye
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| In the course of an hour gone by
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| One day my star will rise
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| A new path will open wide
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| Like the mouth of a tiger
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| I will swallow all my pride
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| I’m funny like an aimless fool
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| I’m not looking at a glass half-full
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| I’m tired of the same old pace
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| How easily I fill this space |